What I'm Reading Now & Whatever

Nothing.  

The leaves are turning, the air temperature is dipping and the acorns are dive bombing the car.  The cat's got a lame leg, I've washed all the windows & vac'd all the screens, and my wife's homemade apple pie is to die for.  I can look up the mountain from our home and imagine the bears that'll soon be prohibiting me from continuing my trailblazing.  The wild turkeys remind me of myself as an awkward teen  (not sure I understand this one).

I'm surrounded by writing prompts.  They're unavoidable even if I intentionally try.  Point is, I know they're there and free to use, just not for me.  Not right now.

What I'm reading doesn't matter.  Oh sure, I've polished off two time-sucks of psychological fiction  since my last "What I'm Reading Now" post, but haven't felt like posting about them.

Long story short, the time I'd typically spend writing things and practicing has been kidnapped by work related stresses, something I know we all deal with.  It's just that right now it's a little overwhelming to the point of stealing all my focus.  and I mean all  my focus.  Well, maybe except for the tad bit it's taking to post this.  See, there is light at the end of the tunnel.  God, I hate cliches.

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  1. Mary KirklandOctober 3, 2021 at 4:20 PM

    I hope you get to take a little time for yourself and de-stress soon.

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  2. Janie JunebugOctober 4, 2021 at 6:49 PM

    So sorry about the stress. Been there, done that, especially at my last job. If you'd like a Florida vacay, you can visit me long enough to wash my windows and maybe make a few repairs.

    Love,
    Janie

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  3. AnonymousOctober 6, 2021 at 7:32 AM

    I'm glad to see a post here and looking forward to more. I've been retired for many years, so I sometimes forget that people go to work, have work-related stresses, and time and focus issues. I find it hard to blog sometimes even in my retired boring state of mind.

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